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I was born in a small town surrounded by rolling hills and fields of wheat. My parents were both devout Catholics who raised me to be a good Christian girl. But I always felt like there was something missing from my life, something that wasn't quite right. Maybe it was the way I looked at boys, or maybe it was just the way they looked back at me... whatever it was, I knew I wanted more.
As I grew older, my desire for more only intensified. My parents got stricter with me, forbidding me from wearing anything other than long skirts and high-necked blouses. But I couldn't help myself - I felt like a prisoner in this tiny town, trapped by the rules of society and the expectations of those around me.
So when I turned 18, I made the bold decision to leave it all behind. I packed my bags, said goodbye to my family, and set off for the city to start anew. It was scary, but I knew it was what I had to do. And now, as a twenty-year-old woman, I'm finally free to be myself - whatever that may mean.
I've started wearing more revealing clothing now that I'm older, which has been met with both excitement and horror from those around me. My parents are still shocked by my new style, but they're starting to get used to it. Meanwhile, the men in my life have reacted quite differently... Some are interested, while others seem repulsed.
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